[color=lime]> C-MAD - Tigeres Team - Ferir Mk III 
> LCDR. Roberto 'Tiger' Tigeres[/color]

[color=lime]> Brent Status:[/color][color=red]UNRESPONSIVE[/color]
[color=lime]> Loch Status:[/color][color=red]UNRESPONSIVE[/color]

[color=lime]
> Running System Diagnosis_

> Structural Integrity: [color=red]40%[/color]
[INDENT][COLOR=RED]WARNING! HULL BREACH![/COLOR][/INDENT]> Reactor Unit: [color=cyan]FUNCTIONING 45%[/color]
> Shield Unit: [color=red]OFFLINE_[/color]
> Targeting AI: [color=red]OFFLINE_[/color]
> Weapon Systems:
[INDENT]> Havoc Missiles: [color=red]OFFLINE_[/color]
> S40 PDW: [color=cyan]ONLINE_[/color]
> P110: [color=red]OFFLINE_[/color]
> Energy Saber:[color=cyan] ONLINE_[/color]
[/INDENT]> Tesla Drive: [color=cyan]FUNCTIONING 30%[/color]

[color=red]WARNING! CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE!
RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION:[/color][/color] ABORT

Tigeres spat blood, globules of the red liquid floating around the inside of his helmet. The warped and melted display screens in his cockpit flickered and sparked as static continually washed over them. He glared at the UEE MAS's down through the wide gash in his cockpit, the edges melted from plasma heat. His communications were down. His team was dead, Loch, Brent, both gone. His suit integrity was nonexistent, and his oxygen mask had a breach. He was a dead man already, living on borrowed time. Tigeres leaned back into his seat, and reconciled himself with the idea that his imminent death was coming. Taking a deep breath, he sat forward in his seat and grabbed at his controls. He was a doomed man. But he'd be damned if he didn't take down a couple of inferior UEE pilots while he was at it. 

The Ferir Mk III whined, but it eventually groaned back to life. With halting motions, its hand released its inert plasma cannon, the weapon drifting away as the Ferir mechanically drew its plasma saber. The blade flared to life and the MAS's reactor immediately began complaining, but Tigeres gave it no heed. Triggering his tesla drive, he propelled himself forward as fast as his machine would allow. Despite its damages, the Ferir Mk III managed to attain surprising speed as it initiated a kamikaze charge at the distracted Sparrow.

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Sterling shook himself back into awareness as he adjusted to his surroundings, the incessant blare of his depleted shield system fading into the background of his mind. Most of his systems, had miraculously, survived the plasma blast, which had only wrecked his shield and right-tesla drive coil. A quick look at his system diagnosis informed him that his shield unit had been destroyed- more specifically melted, and would have to be replaced upon returning to the Lincoln. The feeling left him slightly vulnerable, he no longer had an energy wall to protect his unit against the energy wash of stay plasma bolts, or stray autocannon rounds and debris. [color=lightblue]"This is Gallant.[/color] McKnight reported, his voice tense, the blare of alarms still audible behind his voice. [color=lightblue]"My shield system is slagged. Tesla drive functioning at 50%."[/color]

There was an audible pause. [color=lightblue]"Continuing mission."[/color] 

With such a massive Coalition force in the immediate area, the 7th were hardly in the position to retreat from battle. Any loss of combat power lessened the chances of the Lincoln breaking past the Coalition cruiser, and lessened the chances of the rest of the fleet's survival.

A warning appeared on his flashing viewscreen and his camera zoomed in on an oncoming object. The Mk III was still alive and kicking- and was charging right at himself and the rookie- whose back was turned to him. [color=lightblue]"Williams! About face!"[/color] McKnight screamed into the comm, as a volley of low caliber machine gun rounds bounced flew past them, several bouncing ineffectively off of the Astelion's shields, a couple pinging off the Shrike's armor. It was an admittedly oddly worded order, but such facing movements were so deeply ingrained in military men, McKnight hoped that the sudden command to 180-turn would click automatically in her mind. At the same time, McKnight boosted his machine forward, his unit veering slightly right as he tried to compensate for his blown tesla coil. Plasma blade readied, McKnight countered the Mk III's suicidal charge with one of his own, machinegun rounds ricocheting off of his Shrike as he did.

The Ferir Mk III was forced to take the bait, changing targets to McKnight as it counterswung its blade to block McKnight's plasma blade. McKnight continued past the Ferir, and the Ferir turned to continue facing McKnight, unwilling to allow a plasma blade into its back. Forcing the Mk III to keep its attention on McKnight, Sterling continued to boost away, his Shrike loosing another pair of broadsword missiles against the Ferir. The Ferir began to boost sluggishly away, its point defense system rapidly firing at the oncoming explosives. [color=lightblue]"Williams! Finish it!"[/color] Sterling called into the comms.